"Not guilty?! NOT GUILTY?! Your Honour, the defendent is responsible for wreaking untold damage to thousands of homes, my Client's being one of them! I ask that this verdict be over-ruled and the appropriate action taken against the defendent!"

"Please, sit down. Now the jury has given their ruling and found that he was not guilty. And I have no choice but to support their findings. He clearly had permission every single time he entered a home; as such, the charges of tresspass can not be upheld. The defendent is free to go. Thank you members of the jury, you also are free to go."

It was a travesty, an absolute miscarriage of justice. The plaintiff just sat in her seat, unable to absorb the jury's ruling. She was ruined, and he was free to come and go as he pleased, doing the same, if not worse, damage to other unsuspecting souls. It was more than she could take.

"It's ok, Mrs Mac, we will appeal this. You have my word."

"Forgive me, Mr Mike A'Soft, but it was through your 'Word' that my troubles all began!" Mrs Mac was feeling very drained by all of the button pushing at the trial. She just wanted to fold herself up and go to sleep.

*****

The crime had occurred in the early hours of the morning. Mrs Mac was checking her security systems, as her normal routine would have her do before going to sleep, when she heard a knock at the window. Knowing that it was impossible for anyone to get past her guard dog, Firebrand - a solid, brick of a mutt that would keep any unwanted intruder out of her home - she felt it was safe to let them in. Upon opening her window, she saw a very strange creature entering her home. Long and slender, it had no hands or feet, or even a face, for that matter. It was, indeed, a worm!

"How did you get in here?"

"You let me in." Its voice just sort of...eminated...from its being, sounding very much like the clicking of typing fingers.

"I did no such thing! I have never seen the likes of you before, and I demand to know how you got in here!"

"Eveyone always says the same thing, I've never seen you before, I'd remember an ugly little worm like you coming to my house! Sheesh! Do you remember that email you received, the one from Mr Mike A'Soft?"

"Of course I do! It was telling us to watch out for..." Mrs Mac stopped and felt the weight of the irony of the situation. The email was a warning about a new, particularly nasty worm that was infecting countless numbers of homes. "But what I don't understand is how you got past Firebrand?" Mrs Mac spoke in a broken whisper, scared and acutely aware of the danger this creature posed to her intricate world.

"Like I said, you let me in. Mrs Mac, did you know that your little puppy dog is great friends with Mr A'Soft's? Oh yes, turns out they are the same breed, yours and his, and have the exact same programming as each other. It took just a few seconds for my Master to identify their mutual 'achilles heel' and, BAM!, in I came, sneaking past without him even knowing I had come in."

"And you knew that, because he let you past, I would not be suspicious of you." Mrs Mac was angry at her unpreparedness for this intruder. "Well, what is it that you want?"

The worm thing slithered around Mrs Mac's lounge room, silent and yet mocking her with every pulse of its bulging body. Sporadically it would pause to listen at each of the numerous doors leading to other areas of her home until, reaching the door marked "CPU," it stopped. It had found its destination. Mrs Mac grabbed her mobile phone and desperately tried to contact Mr Norton, her personal Security Guard, but she was too late.

There was nothing Mrs Mac could do; the worm had penetrated the door and already begun scanning the contents of the room. Before long it would find hundreds of links to other unsuspecting fools' homes, links that would provide places for it to keep on replicating and causing untold damage.

And every time, the unsuspecting owners would be unaware of the danger until it was too late.

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Adorable! Loved the personifying of computer programs. I was a little confused as to the lack of periods around "Mrs" and "Mr" though.
But all in all, this story appears to be "virus free" --well, sort of. ;)

This was so good! I really liked the creativity that went into this clever piece. Good job.
I really liked this line:
"You let me in." Its voice just sort of...eminated...from its being, sounding very much like the clicking of typing fingers."

This is a great read. You did the topic justice with your tongue in cheek humor. Even if I hadn't recognized your clever word twists, I would have realized that words like past are British for what we Americans would use as passed. The honour instead of honor gave it away! As always, I love your humor. I may have suggested you be more subtle with the name (especially microsoft) but since I've been befuddled by your play on words before, I understand why you did it so obviously!